Jazelle sat on a blanket on the beach. She had gotten her shower in and felt clean and warm. She put her hair into a long ponytail, reaching down to her hips.

Lightning walked up to her and sat down. "What's up?"

"Uhm… I don't know how to put this exactly."

"What is it?"

"I like you!" Jazelle suddenly yelled. "I have for a little bit now and I wanted to take my shot before it was too late."

"I get it, I'm stunning." Lightning responded. "But you don't have to be so nervous around me."

Jazelle rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss.

Lightning put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back. "Girl, what are you doing?"

"If I want something, I get it!" Jazelle said as she looked deep into his eyes. "Is that okay with you?"

Lightning smirked as began to rub her shoulders. "Well, the Lightning doesn't say no to once in a lifetime opportunities."

Jazelle smiled and pounced back onto him. Then she laughed. "Didn't know you were such a ladies man."

"Didn't know you liked me. But now that I know, I'm not letting you slip away."

Bridgette walked into the kitchen, holding an envelope in her hands as she looked around for DJ. She heard some pots and pans moving around in the kitchen.

"DJ? Are you in here?" Bridgette asked as she walked over to the bar.

Heather rose her head up above the counter. "Nope, Heather!"

"Oh! What are you doing."

"I wanted to make DJ a little to eat without Chris snooping around. What? Are you afraid that I'll poison him?"

"Where did that come from?"

"Why are you asking DJ if I was hurting him? I've been trying so hard recently to not come off as a bad person but all of you keep pinning me like one."

"I… I don't understand." Bridgette responded.

"Of course you don't, Bridgette!" Heather yelled. "None of you have ever had to try to change your entire image just because another person doesn't like you. I've been nice to everyone! I've played nice, I've used nicer speech and tone, I've done everything that I possibly could do! But that's still not enough! Sometimes I just want to quit this stupid game because of you guys!"

Heather walked out of the kitchen and into the dining area. Bridgette backed up a little.

"And there it is. You're scared of me still!" Heather cried as she sat down at one of the tables. "You all treat me as if I'm a less than. As if I'm a child and you can boss me around. You guys know I'm vulnerable right now because I don't want to yell or get mad or whatever. I have to bottle up my feelings around you and I can't let it out! And whether you want to admit it or not, you've been doing the same thing as the others."

DJ walked into the kitchen and saw Bridgette in front of a crying Heather. He put down the carton of eggs that was in his hands and walked over to Heather, not even taking a second glance at Bridgette. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Heather began to cry harder, into DJ's chest.

"I'll come back later." Bridgette said as she lowered her head.

"It would be better if you didn't." DJ responded as he rubbed Heather's back, not looking up.

"Okay…"

Courtney and Scott walked up to the cabin, seeing Sky on the staircase.

"Hey." Sky said as they began walking straight towards her.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your team and pleading for your life in this game?" Courtney asked

"I figured this was more important than that. I need to talk to you… both."

"I'm sure it can wait." Courntey said as she tried walking past her.

Sky reached her arm out, blocking Scott and Courtney from going forward.

Courtney sighed. "Fine. Make it quick."

"Okay. Scott, you first. I know I tried apologizing to you earlier and well… it didn't exactly work out. But I still want to apologize to you. I'm sorry that we put you in the middle of something that we shouldn't have. You both had been through so much with your relationship and it was wrong of us to use it against you. I'm sorry, Scott."

"Well, consider what I did as payback. I forgive you." Scott said.

Sky smiled and nodded. Then she turned to Courtney. "Courtney, we did a long list of things to torture you in this game. Exposing your relationship, turning everyone against you, throwing your soaps in the woods at night…"

"You did what?" Courtney asked.

"Oh… you didn't know?" Sky questioned. "Anyway. I'm so sorry. For all of it. The fight that broke out put an even bigger target on your back. So I'm sorry to you."

Courtney nodded. "Well, I said some mean things to you as well. Even though you deserved all of them, I'm going to forgive you as well. You've grown more than Jo. And it definitely shows. So, I'll just try to forgive and forget this ever happened. Maybe outside of the game we can even be friends."

"I'd like that." Sky responded, taking a quick breath. "Now I need to talk to my team. Thank you so much."

"Aren't you going to talk to Sammy and Dawn?" Scott asked.

"Already did during the challenge." Sky noted. "We're on better terms as well."

"Well, congrats!" Courtney said. "And about the soap, bring me your bottle of conditioner."

"Don't worry about it." Sky said. "You can keep it once I'm gone."

"Gone?" Scott questioned. "Are you quitting?"

"No, I'm going to be free now."

ELIMINATION CEREMONY

"Okay, campers. Tonight it's going to be different because we have a unanimous decision! The marshmallows go to Trent, Gwen, Heather, Emma, Jasmine, Lindsay, and Bridgette! Sky is out of the competition!"

Sky stood up and nodded to her team. "Thank you! I love you guys for this."

"You voted yourself out?" Courtney asked. "Why?"

"I'm free from Stalakanava!" Sky exclaimed. "And I wouldn't want it any other way! Courtney, Scott, Sammy, and Dawn, I'm glad I got to talk to you guys and basically say goodbye. Thank you for everything and I'm still sorry for my actions. Everyone on my current team, you guys talked a lot of smack behind my back. But, I guess that's what the Crying Catfish are all about. Thank you Chris for being a douche as usual. I won't miss you at all."

She walked over to the Dunk Tank of Doom and looked back at the rest of the cast. "Now it's time to face the judge mental people at the AfterMath show! Goodbye guys!"

She locked herself in the tank and sat down on the floor. "Just fire, McLean!"

Chris aimed the Tennis Ball Blaster of Despair and sent Sky down into the rushing waters. "What scary ideas will be coming up next time? Who's blood will boil and which two frenemies will start ghosting each other? Find out next time! On Total… Drama… ULTIMATE!"